Last night Julia had a girl scout event at a local roller skating rink. First I was moaning and complaining because I didn't want to drive around on a Monday night. But she really, really wanted to go, so we ate a quick dinner and headed off. Turns out almost every troop from the county was there—we're talkin' a whole bunch of pre-teen girls in the same building all at one time. Good lord was it packed. Julia is such a go-getter though. She got those skates on and went right out to the rink. Nothing stops her.
So here's something she's been talking about lately that has me out of sorts, she's been saying very matter-of-fact that as soon as she grows up she's going move to California to live near the beach. It makes my heart heavy. I can't help thinking how I'm gonna go through all the sweat and financial ruin of raising her all these years and then she's just gonna up and leave? How do you like that? But then I'm also like, well, you can't stop life. You just can't. Of course, she told me that I can always move out there with her, but I told her I was Kansas through and through. A prairie is an ocean to someone like me. I like my big sky that goes on forever, and I like our seasons, and I even like our stupid old tornadoes. Take me away from all that and I'm useless. But then, Steinbeck lived in California, right? I could dig traveling around all those old haunts of his. I don't know.
Anyway, this topic is making me sad. Here's a cat in a box to lighten things up.